Lace POV
Together Mycroft and I walk away. I'm holding a cup of cold coffee and a tear stained face. I should ask him the question that has been irritating me scince the moment we walked away from...
"Why were you kissing Moriarty?"
"He is my lover."
"All for games."
"Wish I could say so."
"I'm sorry for your loss. Wait hold on. Is? I thought you just murdered him?"
We turn down another street and red dots appare in my chest and stomach area. There he is. Walking towards us and Mycrofts hands and locked on my wrists. I am about to flip him when I feel cold metal on my wrists.
"Oooooh honey. Handcuffs, kinky." I hear Moriarty say as Myfroft drags me towards him.
"Mycroft. What is this?" I say sweetly clenching my jaw whilst turning my head to see his face. Not a trace of guilt in his eyes. If anything, I'd say he is quite happy with himself. Suddenly I feel a sharp pain on my left cheek and Moriarty holding a knife with dropping blood on it. He slapped me using a knife.
Who does that?!?
"Moriarty. Lovely to see you again." I say loosening my handcuffs. I bring a hand up to my cheek and wipe the blood to clarify what he has done.
"Let's go." He says.
"And where is that exactly if I may ask?"
"To torture you sweety."
Now, I'm really panicking.
Two years later.
I'm running. I finally got out. My legs are bleeding my arms are shaking. My beath is short and my lungs are burning. I turn the corner looking back to see if they are behind me. Quickly I run to the place I have been wanting to be at for years. 221B Baker Street. Sherlock would usually wink then. I give a giggle and continue running. I turn the corner and run in. My face is bashed and my life is in danger but if I am going to die. I am going to die in his arms.
I see the golden shine of the door knocker and I trace my hands along the chipped but new wood. I open the door and run in, locking it from the inside. I run up the stairs and someone tries to shoot at me. This is getting really old, still fun though.
"What the bloody-" John tells down the stairway and then freezes. "I should be so bloody fishing cheesecaking used to this." He mutters walking back upstairs. "SHERLOCK!" I scream up the stairs as Jim's main man breaks down the door and grips me from my arms behind me. I try to fight back but I'm still weak from all of the... things that have done to me.
"WILLIAM SCOTT SHERLOCK HOLMES! GET YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE DOWN HERE AND HELP ME!"
I hear the breaking of glass and watch as Sherlock scrambles towards me, eyes widened and a smile haunting his lips. Then agrivated. Not sure if at me or the sight of me. Sherlock turned to his head to presumably John and sticks his hand as if to say "Pass the goddamb thing here." Funnily enough he managed to grab a vaise and throws it at the person behind my head.
He grabs my wrist causing me to scream at the uncontrollable pain shooting up my arm from my broken wrist. He quickly lets go and drags me up the stairs by gripping into the bootom of my shirt and drags.
"Okay guys I have some explaining to do." I confess to them.
"When I first died I was with Mycroft right?" I ask to clarify if they remember and they nod. "He told me I had to die for the protection of you two and the government would keep me in hiding and safe till 2-3 months of hiding or 6 I can't remember it has been too long. Mycroft is alive too. Moriarty was working with Mycroft and together they took a good of me and tortured me for information and fun." I finish with a akward smile. The silence that layed over is was one of processing. Meanwhile I take this oppotunity to scan the flat. It looks a bit gloomyer and I see my violin has been recently played by presumably Sherlock. I look back at him and give a small smile as he knows I know and his sharp cheekbones start blooming roses. Audrey his face pales and his eyebrows crease.
"What information?" He looks at me dead center of my eyes. He fears for the awnser.
"Just a bit of this and a bit o-"
"WHAT INFORMATION!" John yells suddenly catching onto Sherlocks deductions.
"...you..both of you... I told them nothing. For two whole years I told them nothing."
Sherlock walks over to me and surprisingly snoggs me. His lips at first desperate to know I was real and I was there. Not just a ghost haunting him. He tastes like milk and honey on a sunny day, melted together to create the perfect harmony with each others flavours. When we finish John grabs the medical kit and sits me down.
"Right. Strip and we will clean you up."
Hesitantly I lift my tank top up and over my head and shove my pants off. Luckily I wear shirts under my pants in case of emergencies. I lay down on my front on the kitchen table and John fixes me up. Sherlock pretends to disappear but I can see him in the corner of the room. Along with the sadness in his eyes and the regret for what he believes he has caused. John then tells me to take a shower and I jump at the chance. I havnt managed to have a shower in so long. I somehow bribed moriartys sidekick to help charge my phone so I can listen to Owl City while getting tourchered. I was going to go down with style.
Now grabbing my 95% phone and plugging it into the speaker I shove on "I'm coming after you" and feel the fresh water run down my back. I'm home.
Just then I remember.
'Who else is after me.' Suddenly I recive a text.
I'm going to kill everyone if you don't come and play, kitten.
~JM
